YOU

  
"PARDON ME! WOULD YOU GET OUT OF YOUR WAY, PLEASE?"

Breath Fire. Blow Bubbles.
Adore yourself.
Anything less is unnatural
You're too good to be true
Focus - Quiet Picture us humming in a hot room together, straw sticking between our toes, patting cool handfuls of mud onto each other's back
Look at me and promise that you'll never stop what you're doing just because someone looks at you funny. and that the words "I hate myself" will never come from your mouth. Promise yourself that the next time you have an idea and the little motherfucker in your head says "It ain't good enough," you'll rip its throat out. Promise the universe that you'll do the thing that makes your house rock.
Remember about pleasure
The creative cripple walks and kicks the lardasses of inertia off the ledge!! Now is a time for bursting dark chunks of debris are flying away from us. Sovereign mighty super shero
Finally, a parade of champions
and we're not giving out ribbons.
If you felt good then it was worth it.
Quiet. Focus.
Rapture is what we're after
Anything less is unthinkable

-- Hothead Paisan (Diane DiMassa)